Mason Jar
Mason Jar
I captured my childhood in a Mason jar
The firefly glowed on and off through the night
I threw the apples in the woods on a thin, brown stick
They were rotten and on the ground
I laughed with my best friend
And her laugh still echoes in my ears
Just like the ice cream truck that carried its melting goodies
for kids with dry mouths and tasty imaginations
We drank homemade grape juice and sweet tea from a jar
We ate homemade salsa from a jar
The jars held of good food and fireflies
and brought bonding to a lifelong friendship
I can still feel the grass blades on my bare feet
The pavement on my back
as I make shapes from floating clouds
The sun was friendly and the air was warm and flower fragrant
Time seemed to stand still for the children
running inside for supper
The night was silent, with only talking stars and moon pie cakes
And on the swing, I could fly and I was sailing into the messy
painted sunset that colored the sky, like it colored my world
I captured my childhood in a Mason jar
And I never let it out
I still carry it with me everywhere I go
Written by: Jennifer Maupin
2010
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